Prologue
11 November 1944
Sydney, Australia
The radio dominated the room. All gleaming wood and intriguing metal dials.
William zeroed in on it, ignoring all the people, desks, and typewriters crammed into his father’s office. This was the first time he’d ever been allowed here, although Ian, his older brother, was always welcome.
William reverently stroked one finger across the radio’s wooden case.
“Careful son,” his father said.
“He won’t hurt it, Mr Macdonald.” William could hear a smile in the lady’s voice. His face warmed and he looked around at the people eating and drinking out of tall glasses. The kind lady offered him the plate of scones. William looked towards his father, who nodded. He took a scone and thanked the lady. Mum always insisted he show good manners.
“Nearly t
